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Lines of words and figures stared back at him, but it was pointless. All of it meant nothing to him. Clueless.

He tried so hard but why isn't anything going through his mind! What was the problem? He ran his fingers through his hair, stopping them in between the strands of his head. His grips tightened against the roots of his scalp. The stress was eating into to him, every ounce of his energy taken away as he continued to stare. Just stare...

Every moment the clock ticks, his heart beated faster. It was coming. He forced himself to focus, but he knew he could not. It was useless...

"Why can't I be as smart as the others? Am I really dumb? Does hard work really pays off in the end? Crap. Bull. It does not! This world is unfair! It is made this way and no one can ever change that! Dirt. Backstabs. The dark side where no one is treated well. That is it! If this world was such a beautiful place, those people who work their ass off should be rewarded with what they deserve and not anyone else claiming it as their own! Unfairness."

Although all these were engraved in his mind, nothing could change the fact. He knew...

His grip loosen, falling frm his head, burying his face within...